this Sunday, like every Sunday

Easy like Sunday mornings…

a rather cold morning, a rather bitter cup of coffee, a rather tasteless smoke, a rather chaotic mind.

How expensive is your soul, i still have some change left? Or I could give you mine for a while, see if you like it, maybe we can switch. It’s true what they say…. that if you wanna make God laugh all you have to do is tell Him about your plans for the future. I’ve fired my future and hired a very poorly trained present.

 

For a chilly Sunday morning

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